I sit here on Christmas Day in my childhood home in Kentucky gearing up for a day of baking, cooking and mindless watching of A Christmas Story on repeat. Ah, the good old days! I took a brief trip to the basement to explore some of the boxes and albums of family photos residing there. I stumbled upon quite a few pics that I wouldn’t mind if they never escaped the dark underbelly of our house. And a few others that reminded me of how far I have come in these past 28 years of life. I share with you my humble beginnings circa 1989-90. Back in the days when I would only eat cereal, pasta and macaroni and cheese. And to my first day of photography class with my very first camera.
I still marvel at the fact that I now depend on my palate for my profession. And salivate thinking of pork belly, yellowtail sashimi and (gasp) brussel sprouts. When, at the age of 7 or 8, a single pea in my fried rice at Epcot Center would send me into a panicked frenzy. But, on the positive side, at least I knew what I liked. And didn’t.
Hope you enjoyed a glimpse into my past of bad sweaters, odd haircuts and teeth of varying sizes and shapes. Here’s to 2010 and the many more memories to be made…
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